The old hobo sings
And he sings of Love
And he sings it with a smile
On his weathered old face
Why is he so happy?
What could this joy be
That nothing in his pockets
Could ever replace?
And he sings:
I want you to know...
I want you to know...
God's all you'll ever need...
I just wanted you to know.
As she sleeps
She's a body at rest
And he looks on
And tries his best
To memorize everything
The last view of the love he's known
He holds her hand
As she draws her last breath
And with it she sings:
I want you to know...
I want you to know...
He's all you'll ever need...
I just wanted you to know.
He hangs there silently
And they look on
Not knowing what they do
Yet forgiven anyway
Spit, whip, yelling, cursing,
Where is your God now?
His blood flows down
Mixed with salvation
And to the world He sings:
I want you to know...
I want you to know...
I'm all you'll ever need...
I just wanted you to know.
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